OK, so I'll admit it, I play Mafia Wars on Facebook. It's lame, I'm the first to admit it, but it's something to do that doesn't involve me getting drunk and throwing myself down the stairs. In my quest to be the top dog on Mafia wars, I have in invited over 300 people to join my mafia that I will never meet and they live all over the world. This ends up with me getting invites to games even lamer then Mafia Wars like Castle Age and Vampire wars. There's this one asshole who continues to invite me to the dumbest Facebook cause ever. "Stop facebook from becoming a paysite".
Dear Retard,
Thank you for considering me for your Facebook cause. Unfortunately, I must politely decline. Facebook is projected to make over $500 million dollars in 2009. I'm not an accountant or a math major, but $500 million is approximately $500 million more than you will ever see in your life. Facebook makes it's money off of advertising revenue, see those cute little pictures off to the right and left that say "singles in your area"? They don't live by you and they'll never fuck you. But every time you look at that ad or click on it Facebook gets paid. When you're pathetic enough to pay a website to not get laid, Facebook gets paid even more. So as long as you continue to be lame and try to "whack the mole" on the right hand side. Attempt to buy timeshare vacation properties in sunny Gary, Indiana. Facebook will continue to be a free site. So you do your part by continuing to be lame, and I'll do mine by playing lame Mafia wars and inviting more pathetic people to be my friends.
I have Google Wave invites and I'd like to give back. Instead of being a schmuck and asking people to send me money. I am going to have a contest. Here's what I am thinking, I want you to make a YouTube freestyle rap video. The video doesn't have to be a legitimate rap. It can be, but I'll accept funny also. I will give out 3 invites, one to the top 3 videos.
You have nothing to lose except maybe some self respect, that's overrated anyways. If I only get 3 entries, they're the 3 winners. Good luck!
Here's the rules:
1.) The video must be a minimum of 45 seconds long and maximum of 120
2.) The video have a minimum of 30 seconds of "rapping"
3.) Creativity, originality and the above are required.
4.) At the end or beginning give me a quick 10-15 second run down on what you'll be using wave for.
5.) The winners will have their videos shared with the public
6.) In the title of the video you must add #surfwithdan
7.) Submissions will be accepted up until Thanksgiving Day, the winners announced on November 30th
8.) You must follow me on Twitter @danheinz, this is where I'll announce, you will have 24 hours to claim your prize.
Once you upload your video shoot me an @ reply on twitter. I will watch it and bookmark it on my Youtube page play list.
There it is. My workspace. my iMac 24", the Macbook, my HP 8500 Pro Premier, a bunch of Moleskine and other notebooks, and if you look carefully, under the Moleskines lies an HP Officejet 5400 single function printer. Also, there's a bag of M&Ms.
Just shaved, and am now basking in the brilliant glow of my huge ass computer.
I've been a beard man for over 4 months now. I've been considering switching back, but now it's getting cold and it may be nice to have the extra protection.
We'll see. Anyway, be looking for a brand new post from Livius sometime in the next seven years, and if you really want to see Dan, you probably need to go read his Bell's Palsy blog.
I was out shopping with Shayne this weekend, and could in no way resist picking up this shirt.
I was down with DMC from the Raising Hell days. Sure I may have drifted a little after Tougher Than Leather came out, but they were always in my heart.
So here's to you, RUN DMC. Keep rockin rhymes... some of you from heaven...
Here it a sneak peek of the upcoming zine, the first issue of Nimrod Review.
Nimrod Writers Group is a group I started recently to get people writing and trying new styles of fiction.
Because the first exercise was so much fun, and I'm an aspiring publisher, I decided to make it into a book.
With the awesome design help of Mac @ Pixel Dreamer, I think I've thrown together a pretty badass little zine.
It's going to be a May release, and features stories by Livius and I and about 5 other writers. I'll post more info as it becomes available. Anybody interested in a copy should email nimrodwritersgroup@gmail.com. Or if you feel like joining and writing with us, hit me up.
I just ate subway and fee Iike I am going to throw up. Subway is gross I prefer quiznos or potbellys. Subway has too much bread all of the meats look unhealthy and disgusting. "Without struggle, there is no progress."
From time to time I decide that I’m in need of some type of organizational system to inspire me to do stuff. Crappy stuff like clean out my car, pay late bills, write something for this blog, etc. I’ve looked at plenty of systems and none of them struck me as something that would work for me. GTD (getting things done) had contexts that I couldn’t live with, Franklin Coveys system was far too goal driven for someone that has no goals beyond the next day off, ToDo Matrix was too complex…you get the idea.
Then I stumbled across this guy. Mark Forster is the author of three books about time management and personal organization. It always strikes me as odd when an organizational guru has to have more than one book and this guy is working on a fourth. But, undaunted by this, I chose to take a gander at “autofocus” his new (fourth?) system.
On the surface it seemed simple enough and not that much different from what I’ve done in the past, albeit, with varied results. I’ll post the short version from his website below but, basically, it involves making a long list of things and working on them. Here’s where I came to the conclusion that this may be the system that will keep me organized, timely, productive and, in general, less stressed by the day to day tasks.
The system consists of one long list of everything that you have to do, written in a ruled notebook (25-35 lines to a page ideal). As you think of new items, add them to the end of the list. You work through the list one page at a time in the following manner:
1. Read quickly through all the items on the page without taking action on any of them.
2. Go through the page more slowly looking at the items in order until one stands out for you.
3. Work on that item for as long as you feel like doing so
4. Cross the item off the list, and re-enter it at the end of the list if you haven’t finished it
5. Continue going round the same page in the same way. Don’t move onto the next page until you complete a pass of the page without any item standing out
6. Move onto the next page and repeat the process
7. If you go to a page and no item stands out for you on your first pass through it, then all the outstanding items on that page are dismissed without re-entering them. (N.B. This does not apply to the final page, on which you are still writing items). Use a highlighter to mark dismissed items.
8. Once you’ve finished with the final page, re-start at the first page that is still active.
See…not bad at all, right? A solid way to capture tasks, a regimented review plan, easily actionable and really fucking simple, what more could someone ask for? Then I watched the video… Please keep in mind that he is using his actual autofocus list. Oh and sorry, but I couldn’t get a version with subtitles.
Okay, now I’m totally torn. This guy, author of three time management and personal organization books, just threw my brain into a frenzy of emotion:
1. Around 2:03 he begins discussing how he goes through the decision process regarding how to tackle tasks. (Pause for you to watch) Did you hear this guy? Scan your page with no intention of doing any of it. Then go back over the list to see if you feel like doing any of it. If you don’t just move on to the next page. Fuck me! I’m not sure if I should sue him for stealing my ideas but I’ve been doing this for years, looking at a list and deciding I don’t want to do any of it. But certainly he’ll offer some thoughts on how to rectify this dilemma him and I both seem to share.
2. Around 4:45 he covers the process to go back and catch the things you didn’t do. This organizational douche bag flips back roughly 10 pages to get to the point where there are things he didn’t feel like doing through numerous reviews of his task list. Again, this is nothing new to me at all…
3. After the 5 minute mark he lost me for a bit. Something about crosses and circles and circled crosses. Not really sure any of that makes sense but it could be that I was stunned at how fucking disorganized this asshole was.
4. At 5:32 he refers back to a couple of items from 10 pages ago and looks at them again “without any intention of doing them”
5. And finally we get to the part where we look really hard at the items from 10 pages ago…I’m going to quote how to handle these items directly from the video (minus the douche bag accent): “They were basically three items which, for one reason or another, I don’t actually feel I really want to do. I put them down because I thought I ought to do them but, in each of those cases, I (inexplicable look of confusion and wave of the hand) it’s a feeling that I ought to do them rather than I wanted to do them. So…they’re out.” Is it just me or is that the most asinine approach to an organizational and task management system you’ve ever heard.
6. He goes on somewhere after the 7 and a half minute mark to explain the name “Autofocus System”. According to the author, the system forces you to focus on a very narrow part of what you have to do. By this point I was pretty speechless and thought, being that it was pretty late in the evening that I’d missed something. So, I watched it again and actually giggled (yes, I fucking giggled) out loud in a few spots.
Now, most of this was composed in my tired little brain late last night. I had a lot of time to consider what I’d heard throughout the course of my workday and I’m even more torn now. Should I be pissed that this guy is a published author who likely makes his money from books containing ideas like this one and from coaching people and probably corporations in time management? Or should I be grateful that I now have a published and credible source to backup my own system of writing shit down and then deciding I don’t want to do it?
Should I consider giving the “autofocus system” a legitimate try I will put together my own video to demonstrate how it works.
It had occurred to me that if I were to take a picture of his grave without me in it, I would be like every other Bukowski fan that made the pilgrimage to see his final resting place.
Well what the hell was I going to do? So I decided that I may as well just lay down next to the guy and have someone snap the shot.
I'm not sure if that's considered to be in poor taste or not, but the elderly couple down the way were certainly looking suspiciously in my direction.
Glad I got to find him. It took some multimedia networking work and some CSI style detective work to find the marker, but we eventually did... and took like 50 pictures.
So, be prepared for on-the-road updates starting the 13th. I will be leaving Chicago in the wee hours Friday, and traveling in someone else's car to Los Angeles to start my acting career.
I have already promised to punch David Arquette if I see him. Any requests, just let me know. I'm gunning for Vince Vaughn as well, but that's personal.
Ok so I mentioned heath ledger joker on my other blog and had 17+ hits in one day. Let the traffic begin. "By necessity, by proclivity, and by delight, we all quote."-RWE
On hold, trying to order a cake for my brother's baby shower. Stupid hold music. I lasted ten minutes then hung up. Bus Tracker is my friend. Now I'm just going to hop on the 36-Broadway up to Addison and order the damn thing in person.
Seriously. If you have a business and want to use your website to make money, you should really design a website that allows people to COMPLETE a transaction, not just decide everything that they want and have to go into the fucking store anyway.
Some businesses are stuck in 2000. I bet that, inside of an hour, I could have a website up and running which could properly take an order start to finish.
WARNING! This is a really long post that you don’t really want to read. But after spending the time to two finger type it out it seems wasteful to delete it. And quite frankly it’ll push some of those awful photos down the page a bit. Remember, I warned you. So, I admittedly, am not a huge follower of politics. As a matter of fact, I honestly couldn't care less who holds what office. It's never seems to matter one way or the other. All we really have to cling to is the what -if of somebody else may have done it better. I know that this is the kind of mentality that drives Robb nuts but who cares. I love him all the same and maybe even more for his zany, neo-hippie, political drivel (not to mention the 27 blogs he currently operates). All that aside, residing in Illinois means that there was absolutely no way to escape the minor gubernatorial debacle that took place here recently. Still I managed to turn a mostly deaf ear to the situation. That guy got a job and as part of his job there are apparently some spiffs regarding contracts and political positions and what-not. That’s cool; I’ve never been one to stand in the way of another guy making a living. Live and let live, that’s what I say. But toward the end of the original circus a new player emerged. Rolland Burris was soon going to be, then not going to be, then ultimately going to be, and then appointed but maybe there was gonna be a blockade of some sort…oh fuck, I don’t know. Look him up if you want the story on him. My point is as I was throwing down my Sun Times in frustration at the Friday edition New York Times Crossword (how come there isn’t a Chicago Sun Times edition?) anyway, as I slammed the paper down on the really nice coffee table at the local Starbucks, the paper flipped over and right there, on the front page, was a vaguely familiar face. One of those, I know I’ve seen that guy before, kind of faces. Initially, I thought he may have been one of my customers when I worked for Rent-A-Center. After looking closely I noticed that his suit looked like it was purchased at Kohl’s or Sear’s and not out of the back of a truck I realized that wasn’t it. Then I thought, maybe I was sitting across from him at Harold’s Chicken Shack or maybe he washed my windows one time when I worked in Elgin. No matter, politics, I don’t care. The next day he was on the cover of the paper again, this time I read the article. Blah, blah, blah, corruption, blah , blah, blah, Blagojevich, blah, blah, blah, Senate, blah, blah, blah, Rolland Burris. Aha! The name struck the same chord the picture did. I rolled it around in my head for a bit and then pulled out the trusty laptop (using my 2 free hours a day internet at Starbucks, acquired by being a Gold Card customer) and skimmed nearly every google entry for Roland Burris. 2,030,000 web posts later (I’m a quick reader) and nothing. Later that night, after having given up all hope on finding out where I recognize this man from, I fell into a deep slumber weary from all the reading. Whilst I slept, I had a dream. In my dream, I was the manager of a Taco Bell in North Chicago. It was late in my shift and the store was closed for the night. I was letting Aquanetta, Latrina and Peaches out of the store when I noticed what appeared to be a couple of pan-handlers stumbling through the lot. I quickly locked the door but watched through the glass as they approached my three worthless coworkers in the lot. Looking more closely I could see that one was a woman and the other was none other than the man I’d been trying so hard to place. Although I was sleeping, at this point my conscious mind took over, a state called lucid dreaming, and I willed myself to hear through the double paned bullet proof window. I feared that I was too late as I saw the woman begin to walk away. But just then, I heard, clear as anything, her call to the man. “Come on Rolly, theys some nigga hating bitches”. I immediately awoke from my dream. I scampered out of bed and ran downstairs to my living room. I now knew I had the key I needed to end my day and a half of suffering at the hands of this still unknown man. I lit a cigarette and without pause opened a cabinet to reveal my immense collection of Radio Shack VHS tapes. Hundreds and hundreds of super long play television recordings stared back at me ominously, almost as if daring me to uncover the secret they held. Knight Rider, Diff’rent Strokes, Headbanger’s Ball, One Day at a Time all challenging me to find the right one. Facts of Life, Fantasy Island and It’s Your Move (an amazing show highlighting the talents of a young Jason Bateman) all tossed off the shelf. A brief pause at Good Times and in the pile it went right on top of Rick Springfield’s Working Class Dog concert video. More and more cassettes went on to the floor; Three’s Company, Taxi and that show with Nell Carter where she’s the fat, black maid to the white, middle-aged chief of police and his daughters. And then, finally, behind a tape labeled WrestleMania II, there it was….Sanford and Son. I quickly hit the power button on my top loading VCR and slid the tape home. Grabbing (and sadly untangling) the wired remote, I took a seat on the couch and played the tape. Fast forwarding while still paying the tape I quickly skimmed the episode where Julio’s goat ends up in Fred’s house and Fred calls Lamont a dummy several times. The next episode featured the cops, Smitty and Hoppy and Fred thought he was having a heart attack (what a great performance, I was always fooled thinking , this was the big one), And then in the third episode on that tape, right after Aunt Esther calls Fred a heathen, I saw him. There he was, the man that calls himself Senator Rolland Burris. Introduced by Grady as his nephew from Watts, Rolly, he was only in the episode for two forgettable lines; “Thanks Uncle Grady” and “This ain’t like the ripple we gots back home”. I skimmed through a couple more episodes but it was just for fun. I’d found what I’d been looking for. Mr. Burris, I normally don’t care one way or another about politics. But I’ll make this exception, just this once, any nephew of Grady’s is alright by me. Keep up the good fight!
Yes my shirt says" get off my nuts". Please do. I am sorry I don't have the fashionable beret and or trendy $4.99 Walgreen's reading glasses. I am going to compensate with humorous t shirts. These same t shirts also help cure cancer, it's science. I can't explain it.
Oh yeah Robb I took this picture with my webcam on my netbook.
I've never seen this interview clip till today. It's priceless, Sean Connery is cooler than the other side of the pillow. Someone brought this up in relation to the recent Chris Brown and Rihanna situation. By situation I am referring to the fact he beat the fuck out of her.
Readership. I was thinking of diving into the world of podcasting. I don't want you to start thinking that you are going to dissuade me from doing it because it's some lame bandwagony thing to do. The reason i'm posting this here is because i'm not sure where i'm going to make it available.
So, If I were to start podcasting (with guests, not just me talking constantly), would the three of you listen to it? If all goes according to plan, it would end up being something along the lines of a regular conversation that Liv and I would have at BBB back in the day. So, graphic, offensive, and probably at least a little entertaining.
Ideally, I would have people on to talk to for each episode... like Liv or other friends, and I would find topics that we are polarly opposed on (not too hard, with the company I keep) and just go at it... but in a fun way.
No picture tonight... though I do have to say i'm looking quite handsome.
My name is Dan and I will be posting on this blog now because clearly Livius and Robb can not. I previously worked with both of these guys and I still work for that same company, barely. I have no idea what I will be adding to this blog. I guarantee it will be riddled with profanity and poor grammar. I currently have been writing my own blog keeping track of my bell's palsy that I was diagnosed with on Feb 14th. Jump to it Dan's Bell's Palsy
About me: I am 25, I live in Antioch, IL. I write the best third person autobiographies. Picture: Which will soon become the "Danimal of the day". I just woke up and i refused to smile because I can.
My first ever fansign... kind of. Dan, this is how hippies get things they don't want to work for. Just in case you wanted to know where my Macbook came from.
In honor of Dan having Bells Paulsy... I give you a very inert looking left side of my face.
You my boy Dan!
In other news, I am reviving another of my blogs, my tumblr.
http://tenthousandpages.tumblr.com/
This is going to be where I dump little information, like pictures or news stories, or little conversations that I have that don't really have a home on any of my other blogs. So, it may take a while to gather momentum, but I think it's got legs.
So I got my new glasses today, after waiting for a month for them to be shipped from Hong Kong. I ordered them on the 12th of January, and they were supposed to be a two week maximum ordeal. Frustrating.
Also arriving today was my autographed copy of Kevin Smith's Autobiographical The Uncomfortably Candid Diary of Kevin Smith. So it was a good day for Robb's. Add that to the news that Shayne was just offered a job, and we're on easy street folks.
Yeah, things are looking up. Now and in the future. Now back to watching Swordfish. Travolta was the bomb in that movie.
So, I somehow took forever to get on board, but I finally watched the Fox News "Obama Fisting" video, and it's funny as shit. Some people are sadly out of touch.
Anyway, yes. You're right. All I do now is sit around the house in my hoodie, wearing Crocs and looking at the internets. What the fuck do you want? I'm still unemployed bitches. Get out there and take me out to dinner!
It's a lazy day. I am tired after the week, and just need some rest. So it's all hoodies and pajama pants for me today. I'm even brewing coffee instead of going down the street to Intelligentsia for some espresso awesomeness.
No rest for the wicked. I need to collect my thoughts and blog the inaug. The pics are up on Facebook, so check them out.
It's 4hours and 16 minutes until January 20th, and here's a sneak peek of what the television is going to show you tomorrow.
I will be standing around in the cold for long long hours, taking pitcures and wishing I were laying down anywhere in the world instead. But, it's an historic moment and well worth standing around with hundreds of thousands of other assholes to be a part of it.
Ah...another year, another opportunity to get it right.
What better time and excuse to contribute to this fledgling blog again. The last few months has been filled with, quite honestly, nothing. Here's a quick recap of my last few months. Work, work, work and crossword puzzles. As you can see, this has provided me with very little to write about. And as I'm not vain enough to take pictures of myself and post them here, I have lacked the desire to post. I will try to be better about it from here on out even if I have to make shit up.
The new year will likely be the same as the old year, more economic strife, more nothing to get excited about, more hippies spouting off nonsense but at least for awhile it'll be all about the great job they did picking Obama. Well at least until he turns out no better than the last guy and then we'll have some peace and quiet for a bit. Or then the deusche bags will just continue blaming our former leader for making it so bad its unfixable. Fuck, maybe nothing will change other than one digit at the end of the date. Oh well....more fodder for Chris I guess.
I'm not going to bore Robb to tears with promises of resolutions although I have secretly made a few to myself. I'm sure everyone does. I wonder how many of them last past mid-January. Either way, a happy new year to all....blog at ya soon
It's 2009. Three years until the end of the Mayan calendar, which is supposed to signal the end of the world.
Am I the only one who realizes that this is the only date in the history of the Mayan calendar that anyone have ever given a fuck about? Just a thought.
17 days until we boot that lousy d-bag out of the WH for good. I'm road tripping to DC for the occasion. To be clear, I'm heading out there to celebrate the END of the Bush Administration. I already celebrated Obama's election.
What else is in store for 2009? Oh yeah, you'll lose your job. Yeah you. It's all good, I'm getting really good at teaching people how to get on unemployment.
That's all for ringing in the new year. I will be back before another month goes by. Maybe I'll post some pictures of DC in the middle of all the chaos. Be good.